Last night KM was asking me why oh why I don’t date online. According to her it gives me control to choose who I meet to date (no blind dates because you can check out who they are and what they’re about beforehand), and it creates a forum to meet interesting people who you wouldn’t meet otherwise.
Clearly I’m not opposed to the internet as a tool – you can’t blog, tweet, use LinkedIn and facebook, and be anti-web. I just dislike dating sites.
Here, briefly, is why:
I am not a commodity to be browsed or purchased like a book on Amazon
I am not a product to be auctioned off and sold to the best bidder like some tat sold on eBay
I don’t wish to select people to date based purely on the surface ten per cent that a picture and 300 words can tell you. There’s more than interests in common and looks that initiate attraction – pheremones, the mood, the timing, the sound of someone’s voice, the way they look at you, their persistence and charm – that can’t be done justice on an electronic screen.
I feel if I walk into a room of 200 people, I can choose to make myself one of the ten stand out people there, but on a listings page of thousands, I struggle to see how I can make myself remarkable.
And this is the crux of it, because I have to believe I’m remarkable or there’s no reason why anyone else will.
She laid down a kind of gauntlet, and being competitive, I shook on it to rise to the challenge:
Six dates with six men I’ve never met before in the next six months.
She believes that this will be impossible to achieve without using the tools of an online dating site. I believe that people were able to date and meet one another BEFORE dating websites existed, and that it must therefore still be possible.
CC pointed out that I have other online resources at my side – all of you dear readers, for a start, facebook friends, twitter followers, and the amazing stalking powers of Google…
So I’m putting it out there for suggestions – what should I do, where should I start, and do you agree that it’s possible or do you think I’m shooting myself in the foot?